The Ol' 96er

When we left Roanoke Rapids yesterday morning, we had 96 miles to the Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel. "No problem-o," we thought, "we can break that up into two easy days." Well a disappointing lunch break at McDonald's (no refilliable drink station!) gave us time to call the campground we were planning to stay at part way to the bridge. Turns out you actually can call yourself a campground even if you don't allow camping. Must be a Virginia thing. Well, what are two guys to do? As the saying goes, seek and ye shall find. A flip of the sports page and, ho ho ho what's this? Norfolk (96 miles, remember) has a AAA baseball team?! And they're playing tonight?! Once again, it's almost like we planned it. Do we have time to get there, though? Can we make it another 40ish miles on time, for another almost 100 mile day? Only one thing two guys can do--we got on our bikes and rode.

And so I'm sure you're wondering what happened. Did they make the game? Did they ride 96 miles? The suspense is killing you.

Well I'm happy to say we watched the Norfolk Tide squeeze by the Durham Bulls 4-3 during a beautiful crisp night at the ballpark. We ate junk and watched sports to our hearts' content. And as for the 96 miles--well, there's nothing left there but fat and gristle. We'll eat that up today without trouble, taking our sweet time to get to the bridge and enjoying every bite. And who knows? Maybe when we get there they'll give us a free t-shirt.
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